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[strategy_master]

Come... Christine. Come, my to your Angel of Music.

I'm at the ShuRa... Opera House. In the... basement. Office.

Hear my call and come under my spell.

[ooc: apologies for spam, but I couldn't help myself.]

Comments

((LET ME IN AT YOUR WINDO-O-OW *cough*))

[ramblingschism]

This place... gets increasingly bizarre.

Makes one wonder if there's vodka to be had around here...

(( fgihosid HEATHCLIFF HIDES THE HOOKER AND SAYS COME ON INNN CATHY.))

[strategy_master]

I assure you, it's quite consistent for the most part. There is simply the occasional spike of strangeness.

Indeed? What is vodka?

((OOH IT GETS DARK, IT GETS LONELY))

[ramblingschism]

It seems to be consistent, yes, consistently on the peak of the spike of strangeness.

Ambrosia. A veritable nectar. In drink for.

(( TAKE OFF YOUR SUNGLASSES~ ))

[strategy_master]

I wonder. You must be quite new. I assume you've not been here for any of the events?

Just wait until you wake up a woman.

I imagine if there's any... veritable nectar to be found here, Schuldig has it at Sunde.

((BUT THEN I SEE THE GHOSTS.))

[ramblingschism]

Not long no, at least shorter than some have been here. And no, no events to my knowledge.

...I would rather avoid such occurances at all costs. What else goes on here? I wasn't aware that insanity festered in this cess pit along with everything else.

Hm. I will bear this in mind.

((YOU CAN HELP THEM.))

[strategy_master]

Then you're in for a treat.

Ah, well. There was a brief stint during which many of the citizens were children, another where we were invaded by dragons, another where our abilities were traded...

They come at random, and we get no choice in whether or not we wish to participate.

((I DON'T WANT TO. I HAVE PREJUDICE. PREJUDICES. PREJUDI.))

[ramblingschism]

...A treat, indeed. Good God. I think I'd rather go back to enduring Russia than this.

And presumably all this is now commonplace to you? You certainly seem calm about it all.

...This place is ridiculous.